I’m having such an amazingly productive weekend… I really don’t want it to end.
Not only did I get my website launched yesterday… but I was able to slightly redesign this one (still more tweaking to come). I was able to make custom images for each of my website’s blog posts… and Pinterest Pins which I’m then posting on Pinterest. And write & post a blog there… I wrote another blog post but I need to edit that later this week.
We were hit with a bit of a heat wave here in California. So we finally went to the pool. Since we’ve moved in with our roommates, we haven’t really had the chance yet. I kinda wish I had brought my laptop to the pool since I got hit with a flood of ideas for blog posts. But it was nice to swim laps and when I got too tired from that… just kinda float around.
I spent the late afternoons cleaning the house and doing laundry. I’ve also been finally making some progress with training my roommates puppy. Overall, life has been good.
This weekend had a lot of weird Grandma related triggers for me. I think it just hit me… that this is going to be my first Memorial without her. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around that. I think I’d be okay with that in itself but the only regret that I’ve had… was that I didn’t go to last year’s memorial with her. I was SUPER sick. There really was just no way I could attend. I remember having the WORST fever and I couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing. So I called in. And that was just the ONE thing I wish I could get back right now… I wish I could’ve gone with her last year. I wish she was still around this year.
It’s weird… because whenever I got big news relating to work or just life in general… she’d be my sounding board. And I really miss that aspect of our relationship. It’s the weirdest feeling in the world to be around someone for your whole life and then one day, they’re gone. While most days I’m not reminded of it and I get by… sometimes it just hits you. I had decided awhile ago that I needed to write about the grief and about her because I didn’t want to forget. I didn’t want to forget her hilarious mannerisms of her favorite scriptures. I just wanted to hold onto those… and bottling it up or trying to forget about the grief… sometimes can mean you forget about those little details about a person. I just don’t want that to happen to me.